Review
Holy crap! Cash….*swoon* He may just be my new book boyfriend.
Promise Me Once starts out with the meeting of Cash and Cat Pre-Apocalyptic times. It takes us on a short journey with them but if you read Promise me Darkness and Promise Me Light you know what is to come. All hell breaks loose.
Promise Me Once starts out with the meeting of Cash and Cat Pre-Apocalyptic times. It takes us on a short journey with them but if you read Promise me Darkness and Promise Me Light you know what is to come. All hell breaks loose.
There was quite a jump ahead and when I got to that part I thought it would ruin the book for me, but I was shocked when it didn’t and it made complete sense.
Just like the previous two books in this series, I couldn’t put this one down. I admit that I liked the first book the most so far but I think that may be just because it is the original. There were definitely parts that felt very reminiscent of the first two books and it only mildly bothered me and there were also parts that seemed very similar to a very popular zombie themed tv show.
With all that being said though, it is still a solidly good read. It has action, tension, angst, steam and raw emotion. I admit there was one scene with Cash and his parents that I was quite teary eyed while reading. Of course it ends on a bit of a cliff hanger so I hope we won’t have to wait too long for the next book in the series to complete Cash and Cat’s story. But give me a little while to grow my nails back because the last 30% made me bite all my nails off!
4 Stars
He didn’t answer, just stood there and stared at me with a dark look that seemed to see my deepest, darkest desires.
I felt a stirring of panic. To cover it up, I rolled my eyes and grabbed my purse. “Whatever.” I wasn’t in the mood for some kind of mind fuck.
I started to go around him but his hand shot out and grabbed my arm, stopping me.
“Cat,” he growled.
“What?” I snapped, jerking my arm away from him.
“You’ve got some nerve.”
I frowned. “And you’ve got some nerve walking in the ladies restroom, Cash. You don’t belong in here. Just like you don’t belong out there. Leave.” I pointed to the locked door.
Warning bells went off in my head when I saw the tick in his jaw but it was too late.
He shoved his hand under my hair and yanked my mouth to his.
He shoved his hand under my hair and yanked my mouth to his.
I inhaled sharply. His kiss was punishing. Bruising. He devoured me. I made a feeble attempt to push away from him but his fingers tangled into my hair, holding me tightly.
His tongue dipped inside my mouth, hot as it urged mine to play. He grabbed my wrist and held me against the counter, grinding his hips into mine. I gasped and he took advantage of it, thrusting his tongue further into my mouth. The hardness under his jeans pushed into me, making parts of me grow damp and achy.
He bit my lip brutally then sucked at it gently, making a small cry escape from me. Fuck, the man knew how to kiss. He was control. Heat. Desire. Passion. He was everything in one perfect package and more.
Without warning, he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up, sitting me on the cold granite counter. The coolness against my thighs made me suck in a shuddering breath.
Cash ran his hands along the outside of my thighs, grasping them tightly.
“You were right, Cat. I don’t belong in this place,” he said in a low whisper. “I belong here instead.”
He jerked my legs apart and stepped between them. The counter was low and he was tall. His crotch fit perfectly between my legs. Right where I needed him. Right where I had to have him.
He shoved his hand under my hair again and grasped my nape, dragging my mouth back to his. Raw desire made the kiss hard and fast. There was no tenderness, no hesitation, and no mercy. That man was gone. There was only taking and giving. A man that knew what he wanted and was going after it.
I grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him closer, moaning when his cock hit my crotch behind his jeans. It was just the hint he needed. He reached under my dress and hooked his fingers in my panties. Breaking the kiss, he yanked the little swath of material down my legs, his eyes staying on mine with intensity.
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"He was my darkness and I was his light. We couldn't exist without each other." For me, life was simple. I went to school and studied. I spent time with my friends and stayed out of trouble. I didn't drink or swear and I only dated gentlemen. I was the typical good girl with a bright future. My world seemed perfect. But that was about to change. Ryder Delaney was the one imperfection in my life. He was the bad boy, the black sheep, the one your mother always warned you about. He had only one hard-and-fast rule - Don't fall in love. But some rules were meant to be broken. We were best friends, inseparable since childhood despite our differences. I knew the real man hiding behind the tattoos and bad attitude. He knew all my secrets and dreams. But he didn't know there was one thing I wanted and couldn't have...him. But sometimes Fate has a way of intervening. Soon our world collapsed. War erupted. Darkness prevailed. Alone and on the run, our only goal was to survive and to ignore the feelings we had for each other. But love is powerful... and so is the darkness.
The epic conclusion of New York Times bestselling book Promise Me Darkness.
"I'm darkness, Maddie. Stay away from men like me. You'll only get hurt."
At one time my life was simple. Easy. But that was before the war. Now I was no longer an average college student. I was a survivor. A woman living in a ravaged world. My future was not bright and my life was far from perfect. The war had taken so much from me… but it wasn’t finished yet. It wanted more.
It wanted my heart. My soul. The one person I couldn’t live without.
It wanted Ryder Delaney. My best friend. The bad boy. The one person who could fight like no other and love me like no one else. He was the father of my baby. I watched him walk away one hot summer day and I prayed he would return. I needed him like I needed air to breathe and water to drink. Without him I was lost. A light without her darkness.
Until he returns, I’ll wait for him. And I believe he will return because love is powerful…
And so is the light calling him home.
Paige Weaver is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Many hours of her childhood were spent getting lost between the pages of a book, disappearing into other worlds. That turned into a love for writing at a young age. She lives in Texas with her husband and two children.
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